when he's 64...

will it be a deliciously naughty time we have?

he suggested a night of culture, a play, concert, maybe an opera. could he educate me? at school they had taught me with the notes coloured in and ive never made the leap to grown up stuff. he offered to bring crayons with him when we met and laughed when i told him about not sticking to within the lines.

the bar was full of young, pasty faced boys and girls without a mark of character on their faces. he, on the other hand, was slightly crumpled, with a worldly wise glint in his eyes. he smelt wonderful, opoponax, he offered, from africa. mmmm.

i wore a scarlet corset over black and his eyes shone as they rested on my declotage.

we talked and drank and flirted. he, the aging lothario, me the playful cougar. well met.

its like we stepped outside society, swapped ideas on the perverse, divulged dark secrets. reality occasionally interrupted in the form of a delicious 20 something, waitress. i told her how attractive she looked and he asked if she would like to go to bed with us both. i think she would have but my needs come first.

we agreed to meet for breakfast the following day then kissed. you fuck my mouth with your tongue, are you as strong in bed? yes, i said.

10am and there he was, even more disheveled than the night before. he had gone from drinks with me to the bed of one of his girlfriends. the man is a legend.

age is irrelevant its experience that counts. he is very experienced with a mouth as filthy as a dockers. he knows the delights of pressure. touching me with a firm, assured hand. i was as wet as a wet thing. his fingers were slipping in and out before i could undress him. i sighed. he laughed and unzipped his flies.

the cock he released was massive. i was staring, it was enormous, damn i wasnt sure it would fit...i chortled as i told him i know understood why, at 64, he was so fucking cock-sure.

we fondled and sucked, fucked and caressed each other. he wanted to see my toys so i produced a pillowcase full, his turn to stare. well met, well matched; he was good, very good.

will i see him again? undoubtedly, we fell from the same tree, just a decade or 2 apart. when sex is that good who's counting...